Hypnosis Health Checkup (1)
I'm almost thirty now. Not exactly ancient, but there's definitely a difference in my physical functions compared to when I was twenty. Fatigue recovery is slower, and even after a full night's sleep, I don't wake up feeling refreshed. Is my stamina the only thing that's actually improved? Especially after going up against heavy hitters like Real Dolls, succubi, and goddesses back-to-back, the exhaustion has really piled up.
As if sensing my situation, the government sent me a letter.
"A health checkup?"
"Hoyoung's already at that age, huh? Come to think of it, it's about time for me too. Want to go together?"
"Sounds like a hassle…"
"Oh, sorry for bothering you even though I'm just your mom! I'll bang my head in apology!"
"Haha, just kidding, Mom."
I had to stop her before she actually did it. My little sister still pushes back against me sometimes, but among all the brainwashed women, Mom and Himeko are the top two in sheer loyalty. Himeko at least keeps some noble dignity thanks to her background, but Mom? If she even suspects she's upset me in the slightest, she drops into dogeza position on the spot.
It's not a bad feeling, being treated like that. Mom's a former gymnast, so her body's toned to perfection, and her face is pretty too. If I posted her photo online, the comments praising her as a hot MILF would flood in. Having her handle all the household affairs like one of my underlings is honestly convenient. I can dump all the annoying stuff on her.
But a health checkup isn't something I can just delegate to someone else.
"It was a joke, so no head-banging. Get up, Mom."
"Oh, it was a joke? Hehe, sorry. My head's so empty, only filled with cock—forgive me for being such a dumb slut."
"Might as well rip the band-aid off… Guess we should head to the hospital now."
"For the checkup?"
I'd had that thought before while watching TV shows about chaebol heirs or foreign royalty.
'Those guys must really not want to die. Life's way too fun…'
Now I'm the one feeling exactly that. With the whole world as my playground, it'd be a waste to croak from some illness. Better safe than sorry. A checkup won't kill me.
"The letter says by the end of the year, but no point dragging it out. Let's go now."
"Then let's go together."
"Sure, why not. But where do we even get it done?"
"A neighborhood clinic would do for me alone, but taking our precious Hoyoung to some shabby place? That'd give me guilt pangs…"
"There's a big hospital nearby."
"Nakwon University Hospital? Yeah, that's the best in the country."
The affiliated hospital of Korea's top university, Nakwon University. It's close enough to walk, especially since we moved to Pangchang-dong. Living in an elite neighborhood has its perks.
And that's also… the hospital where I got treated for my amnesia. Thinking back now, it's kinda nostalgic. That day flipped my life completely upside down.
"For your health, that's the place. But it's always packed there… You know how university hospitals are—waiting is the real chore. You don't want to waste hours just for a checkup, right?"
University hospitals are swamped with patients, and wait times are brutal. When you're sick, the doctor's god. Especially professors at Nakwon University Hospital—they act like they're too good for you, consultations are rushed and half-assed.
But… that's for normal people.
"Do I have to wait?"
"Ah."
Mom finally realizes the obvious, smacking her own forehead with her fist.
Destination decided: Nakwon University Hospital.
Mom, excited for an outing with me after so long, came out humming, wearing a fancy dress with lacy frills and heavy makeup. I was just in a t-shirt, shorts, and slippers.
She hooked her arm in mine like I was her boyfriend, leaning her face against me as we walked.
"Jiwon's at Nakwon University too, right? That girl's a total study machine."
"Oh… yeah?"
"What do you mean 'yeah'? She's your sister."
"Not really interested in Jiwon…"
Mom used to nag me to learn from my smart little sister… Talk about a complete one-eighty.
"Of course you'd be prouder of a son with a massive cock than some fancy university girl, right? Common sense. Honestly, I only need you, Hoyoung."
"Thanks, that's touching."
Especially for dropping "cock" so casually in public, drawing stares. Thanks to her, I felt embarrassed. A young woman just glared at us like we were trash.
If Mom weren't a woman, that look would've gotten her sued.
"After the checkup… how about it? Love hotel for old times' sake? ♡"
"Have I ever taken you to a love hotel?"
"Y-you have! You dragged me there plenty while training me!"
Training Mom…? No memory of that. One day she just showed up fully broken in.
"Kek. A mom going to a love hotel with her son… Not embarrassing?"
"At first, yeah. But soon I was the one begging you to take me… You know? I'm a pervert who only gets wet for her real son. Looking back, why did I even resist? No mom can beat her son. How did I not see that obvious truth?"
"If you wanna fuck that bad, I'll pound you on the street later. Behave at the hospital for now."
Mom blushed like I'd whispered sweet nothings, clamping her mouth shut.
Of course, I never said anything romantic like that.
We arrived at the hospital quickly. As Korea's top facility, it was packed. Someone shoulder-checked me right at the entrance.
I didn't care much, but Mom did.
"That fucker's crazy… How dare he bump into Hoyoung… What should we do? Kill him?"
"Why kill? No need for a murder in a hospital."
"But… it doesn't make sense. All humans exist to serve Hoyoung—tools don't hit their owner. You euthanize dogs that bite people."
"They're hypnotized, but they don't know who did it or even that they're hypnotized."
"Still… this is too much."
In the end, Mom weaseled through the crowd and smashed the bald guy's phone—the one who'd bumped me. Her delicate hand didn't do much damage, and his confused head-swiveling was hilarious. He never spotted the cute housewife vanishing into the throng.
"Avenge done. If you'd allowed it, I'd have stabbed him."
Mom returned from her unasked mission, still fuming, snorting through her nose.
"It's a big hospital. Shoulder bumps happen. Even I can overlook that."
"I can't!"
"Why so pissed?"
"Himeko would've shot him!"
Yeah, she probably would've.
"People these days have no manners. Unbelievable… How could anyone touch Hoyoung's shoulder? Fucking psychos…"
"Enough. Let's get the checkup."
University hospitals are massive—easy to get lost. Where's the health screening center?
"I'll ask. You rest easy, Hoyoung."
Mom dashed to the counter, fired up from the shoulder incident. She's arguing loudly with the staff. Hope she's not fighting…
She's usually mild-mannered, so it'll be fine. No one's more convenient for errands than Mom.
"Yes, yes, Director. On my way. The VIP's screening just finished, and the professor…"
"Hold up."
"One sec, Director. Patient's calling me. Just a moment, really."
While waiting for Mom, I spotted a nurse who was totally my type hurrying by and called her over. Pretty face, but the uniform makes her cuter. Mid-twenties at most, but she already screams "working woman." Impressive.
"What? Something wrong?"
"Nah, just wanted to call you 'cause you're cute."
"…Sexual harassment of medical staff is a serious crime. I'll let it slide once—watch it."
"Just saying you're cute, and it's harassment?"
"Don't use casual speech. I'm busy—don't talk to me."
She glared with pure contempt and hurried off, still on the phone with who I guessed was the nursing director.
"Yes, Director. Heading there now. Yes."
"Stop. Freeze."
"Yes, freezing. Huh? Oh, no— that wasn't for you, Director."
"Hang up."
"…Yes."
The nurse froze like a statue in the lobby, face blank. 'What am I doing?' written all over it. But her legs stayed rooted.
"What's your name?"
"Kang… Sujin."
"Got it, Sujin."
"Wait. Why the casual talk all of a sudden?"
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-four."
"I'm your oppa then."
"Doesn't matter—strangers use formal speech."
"Don't worry about it."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Beg me to use casual speech."
"Please talk casually to me. I beg you."
"Fine, special privilege. Be grateful."
"? Thank you."
Her sharp expression softened instantly. Sujin had decent-sized tits. I groped the mounds bulging under her uniform.
"Busy right now?"
"Yes… VIP's getting a checkup, need to fetch the professor quick. Super important guy—chairman of our biggest donor corp. If I don't hurry, I'll get fired. My family will starve…"
"Let me grope your tits first."
"Groping's fine, but I really gotta—mmph. Mmph. Mmm…"
I shut her noisy mouth with a kiss. She tangled her tongue like with a long-time lover, then spoke businesslike.
"Kiss over. Gotta go now. Need anything? Ask at the counter?"
"Counter, huh…"
I'd just groped and kissed a nurse in the lobby. Bound to draw eyes.
Everyone's under my hypnosis to some degree, but depths vary. Deep ones ignore anything I do; others react sharply.
Normally, someone should've freaked by now, but all those eyes in the lobby were fixed on the counter—not us.
"No reservation, no checkup?! Say that again! Send us back to book and come again?! You gonna make Hoyoung waste his time?! You're insane!! I won't let this slide, you lunatics! How dare you order our son around?! Wearing human skin to commit such atrocities!!"
Mom was grabbing the counter staff's hair, going berserk. Everyone tongue-clicked at the pretty woman losing it.
I forgot. Mom's usually sweet… except one thing.
She turns feral when she senses I'm being disrespected.
"What?! Bothering other patients? Who gives a fuck if those losers live or die—Hoyoung comes first, obviously!"
Sigh… Better go help.